Author's Note: I don't own Star Wars. This story is another Obi-Wan/OC pairing. I honestly didn't think I had another one in me, but this one strikes me as a little bit more serious. Though, please enjoy and thank you for any comments or reviews. Peace.


Match Maker

Chapter 1

Location: Jedi Council Chamber

"What do you mean you want me to get married!" shouted Obi-Wan to the Jedi Council.

Master Windu sighed and ran his hand over his clean-shaven head and repeated his words once again. "Look, I know it's a shock but it's for the good of the Order."

Dumbfounded, Obi-Wan said, "But why does it have to be marriage? Jedi to not marry. Attachments are forbidden. Why can't we form an alliance with the new Force-beings another way?"

With a deep breath, Master Windu replied, "It can't be helped, Master Obi-Wan. We've already had extensive talks with the new Force-beings and they only agreed to help fight against the Separatist if we promise them one of our high ranking Jedi in marriage. There was nothing else that interested them."

"Then why can't you marry one of them instead of me. You're a Jedi High Council Member too."

Tirelessly, Master Windu replied, "First off, no. And secondly, they seemed to like your profile better than mine."

For a beat, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and was deep in thought. "Well, how flattering. Did you explain the Code's rule of non-attachment? Perhaps they will reconsider based on our customs?"

"No. I already tried."

"So, this is an order? Not an negotiation?"

"It was already deliberated by the other Council Members while you were away on mission. Though, it isn't strictly an order as it is a strong suggestion."

"Well, what are the benefits of this—arrangement exactly?"

Master Windu abandoned his stern look and said, "Quite good actually. They agreed to give us advanced medical technology, supplies and additional manpower—who by the way are all Force-sensitive warriors."

Surprised, the Jedi Master asked, "And all this by one promise of marriage?"

"Yes, and permission to create a settlement on a Core planet. It's a sweet deal, Master Kenobi. It could tip the scales and win us the war."

Obi-Wan rubbed his beard as he regarded his options. "Yes, I would have to agree, but tell me, is there a catch to this bargain?"

In response, Master Windu dropped his gaze and nervously smoothed his robes and replied, "Well, I'm not certain if this is true, but I heard rumor that the bride-to-be is about 800 years old."


"I'm sorry, Master Kenobi but that's all the information I have. Please, give me your decision as soon as possible."


Location: Jedi Temple, fountain room

"I can't believe it, I've been roped into a political marriage," whined Obi-Wan to his former-apprentice.

Meanwhile, Anakin had to agree, just the thought of former-Master married at all seemed wrong. And ironic since for several years now he had been living a lie in a secret marriage with Padme while Obi-Wan had been handed a marriage on a silver platter. He was being given the one thing he truly desired, yet was sworn to forbid. The only comfort Anakin had was knowing that his former-Master would be miserable. His was not a marriage of love. It was a marriage of power.

"Didn't you say Master Windu told you she was some old hag?"

"Ani, please. Though, honestly I do not know. I later heard from Master Yoda that the new Force-beings are very long lived so your guess is as good as mine."

"Well, have you had a chance to see what she looks like at least?"

"No, but I've already consented. I'm hoping that given my duties with the Order I will not have much time to be a husband. Oh, and the wedding will take place tomorrow."

"What! Are you sure you want to go through with this Obi-Wan? I mean, you don't even know her. What if she makes your life a miserable?"

"Maybe so, but for the greater good of the people I have to, Ani. And like I said, I already agreed. It won't be a marriage of love, but at least I know I won't be breaking my vow of non-attachments. Also I figured it would best it get it over with. The ceremony will be held here at the Temple in one of the gardens. You're invited of course."

"Fine, it's your life. And if you don't mind can I invite Padme? I'm sure she wouldn't want to miss it."

"Very well, Anakin. She's been a good friend to me too. Though, please don't invite anybody else. I don't think I want my pending nuptials to be a public event."


The next day in one of the many Temple gardens was held Master Obi-Wan Kenobi's wedding. He didn't dress fancy, just a new set of robes and he didn't bring a ring. In the end, all be brought was himself along with his guests, Anakin and Padme. However, they weren't the only two people he knew. Master Yoda and Master Windu came to the wedding as well and stood by the groom side as a lone man appeared with the veiled bride.

She was dressed in pure white made of fine silk and was completely covered from head to toe. Nothing was exposed, not even her hands which were gloved. Obi-Wan could feel the curiosity linger in the air as everyone was dying to see her, but soundless and obedient, the bride took her place by the altar in front of the holy man and presented him with the rings.

The rings were plain and non-decorative and the ceremony was quick and the only word the bride utter was "yes." It was a very odd event and it felt more like a funeral than a marriage. Yet, Obi-Wan thought it was best he had a cold bride than a gushing one instead.

Then, the holy man proclaimed then wed and said "You may kiss the bride" and suddenly he became unnerved.

Startled, Obi-Wan tentatively raised his hands from his side and move to lift her veil over her head. And like a happy accident—he discovered that his bride wasn't old at all, in actuality she was a youthful beauty.

Shocked, he stared that her fair skin and soft features. She had lovely black hair and exotic ruby eyes. She was stunning and she didn't' look a day over twenty. She couldn't possibly any older than Anakin. And Obi-Wan found he could do nothing more than drink her in.

"You may kiss me," she said and with a jolt he was broken from his spell.

"Oh…yes, right."

Blushing, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers as he held her by her shoulders. Wondrously, Obi-Wan observed that she smelled of roses and incense and something that was intrinsically hers. Gradually, he pulled away and opened his azure-gray eyes, but sadly he realized that she hadn't touched him at all the entire time that they kissed.

"I—I don't even know your name."



"Thrice Kenobi."


Obi-Wan unconsciously tightened his grip on her shoulders. He hadn't expected the sudden rush of possessiveness to flow through him as she answered him back with his own name. Frankly, he didn't know what to think about his new bride. She was obviously more than he ever expected and it troubled him to think that she might be some sort of sacrificial lamb. Like some sort of innocent kept on hand to wed strangers. Simply the thought of that disturbed him and he felt compelled to protect her.

"I'm sorry, Thrice. You seem very charming and you deserve better than to be the wife of a Jedi."

Yet, instead of saying something back, the beauty remained silent and gave him a perplexed look. He tried to say something more but before he could speak Anakin and Padme approached them along with Master Windu and Master Yoda.

"I'm happy for you, Obi-Wan," said Padme with a hug—"Congratulation!"

Smiling, the Jedi Master hugged her back. "Thank you, Padme."

Anakin smiled and patted his back said, "Yeah, congratulations. Who knew the Council would be so generous."

"I'm sure you two I'll find away to make your marriage work," said Master Windu.

Master Yoda shook his head. "Unhappiness, you should not think. Glad you seem of your wife."

Nervously, Obi-Wan blushed and was at a lose at how to reply, but thankfully the lady-Senator then turned to the bride and gave her a bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Thrice. I'm Padme Amidala, the Senator of Naboo. And this is Master Obi-Wan's former apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight. And Master Yoda and Master Windu."

The beauty politely bowed in return, but she didn't speak. Instead, her escort stepped forward and introduced himself. "Greetings, Senator, Masters and Sir Knight. I am Lord Blackswan. I am Lady Thrice's Master. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Taken back, Obi-Wan gaped, "Her Master? I thought you were her father."

"I'm a bit of both actually. And take care, Master Obi-Wan, Thrice will make you a fine bride. I hope to learn lots more about you and your people due to our new ties."

Though, irritated Padme said, "Isn't that rather repressive to Thrice to be bartered off in marriage for securing relations between your people and the Jedi?"

Padme had expected the timid bride silent, but she was wrong. "No. I have many responsibilities, my first obligation is to the well being of my people."


When the reception was over and all the talk and congratulations were done with, Obi-Wan brought Thrice to her new home at his quarters at the Temple. It was by far one of the most awkward moments in the Jedi Master's life. And since her brief standoff with Padme she hadn't said much and walked quietly behind him like a prisoner lead to the gallows. He was beginning to worry. She was far too young and pretty to be tied to dedicated Jedi Master. What was the Council thinking? Though, thankfully he still had the extra room that used to belong to Anakin. Perhaps, separate rooms were for the best.

He opened the door and stepped aside to give her room to enter his sparsely furnished quarters, but she hesitated and gazed about the threshold.

Reassuringly, he said, "There's nothing to fear, Milady. I won't harm you. I will be a perfect gentleman."

"That wasn't what I was thinking."

"It wasn't?"

"No, I just heard rumor that it's a terran custom to carry a bride over the threshold. Was I wrong?"

"Oh…well no, you're right."

Tentatively, Obi-Wan moved closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and under her knees. Effortlessly, he lifted her up and she let loose a giggle that surprised him. It was such a wonderfully innocent sound that made his heart jump behind his ribs.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she laughed. "Does this custom happen all the time?"

"Unfortunately no, it's only a one time thing."

Carefully, he set her down and watched as she stood in front of him expectantly. "Would you like me to stay in dressed like this or should I change?"

"Oh, by all means, whatever pleases you best, Milady. And I shall wait."

Thrice then bowed and moved to take her luggage left in the sitting room and went towards the bedroom. Though once the door was closed Obi-Wan added, "this has got to be a mistake" and sat down and folded his hands over his face.

After a several long minutes, she finally emerged and Obi-Wan noticed that she was dressed now in a plain sky-blue gown and it make her look even more divine. She appeared so darling and innocent, but suddenly like a bucket of cold water he realized he was wrong. At her hip he saw the hilt of a sword attached to her belt. It was a metal blade and midnight black from end to end. It was obvious she wasn't a wallflower after all.

Wordlessly, she gave him a cunning smile and gracefully she took his arm and led him to the sofa. Beside him she looked like a content housecat.

"I was thinking of what you said before, about how you think I'm charming and deserve more than a Jedi for a husband. Tell me, why did you say that?"

"I—I meant what I said, Milady. You see Jedi are not meant to marry. Attachments are forbidden to us. It goes against our Code. It is believed that love could lead to darker feelings and one could fall to the Dark Side of the Force. I did not mean to offend you."

"No, I'm not. I thought it was very sweet of you. I didn't expect you to be so gallant or humble."

Obi-Wan smiled at her compliment. "Thank you, Thrice. You are not what I expected either."

"Tell me?"

"Well, you are not as old as I expected. And I must admit, I did not know you were a soldier."

"Oh actually, I'm a general. I was born into my position very much like you were. And I really am very old, but not to my Clan's standards."

For a moment, Obi-Wan absorbed what she had said to him. He had no idea that the Clan would pair him up with someone so—experienced. He wasn't sure what to think about being wed to such an important agent in the Clan. He had no clue what they expected from him or why match him up with somebody so close to his own military status.

Thoughtfully, he broke his gaze with her and saw that her hand was resting over his sleeve. No touch had been made between them save for the exception of their first kiss. He wondered if she realized what she was doing.

"Do you dislike to be touched?"

Startled, she tilted her head curiously at him and saw what he meant. She withdrew her hand. "No, but touch can be…intimate."

Self-conscious, Obi-Wan shifted away a bit and said, "Oh, well—we needn't rush things, Milady. I mean after all, we just met and we ought to get better acquainted or—"

"No, no, no that isn't what I meant. I meant because of your abilities. You can feel the power you call the Force. It resonates all around you, Sir Knight. Your channeling is so harmonious. I didn't want to disturb you. My emotions are more violent. You might find them overwhelming."

"I had no idea you were so aware of my presence. I knew your people were Force-sensitive, but not to the extent you've just described."

Thrice smiled. "Ah, so you didn't know that it was the Clan's interest in your Force-sensitivity that lead us to our alliance."

"What? Is that the reason behind this marriage? To purchase my skills in wedlock for your studies?"


Irked, Obi-Wan folded his arms over his chest and fumed. "Oh, well that's just immoral! I'm not some guinea pig."

Meanwhile, Thrice watched her new husband irritation in sympathy. She knew what it felt like to be used and made as a tool to farther another's gain. And so she gently pulled back his sleeve and tenderly caressed his hand.

Immediately, Obi-Wan felt all the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Her presence was so strong, but gradually he was consumed by a wave of warmth and sublime contentment. He shut his eyes against the sheer pleasure of it as it ran down his spine and he had to stifle a moan. It was amazing. He didn't want it to stop. It was like he was being swallowed up whole in living fire. It was bliss.


Then, like a shot, she pulled away. "Oh Great Spirits, I'm sorry!"

The Knight nearly cried out in protest when the connection ended. How dare she stop touching him! Scrabbling to sit up right, he tried to reform their link.

"No! Please, don't stop. That was amazing."

Impulsively, he seized her forearms and pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Suddenly, tongues, teeth and lips dueled as they kissed veraciously. Obi-Wan threaded his fingers into her lovely raven hair and held the back of her head while she caressed his chest and shoulders and dragged her nails across his nape. He shivered at the pleasure mixed with the sharp unexpected pain and panted for breath. The two broke away to breathe and then immediately the Knight descended down to nip and taste her slender neck. His hands then trailed down to smooth her lean back and fist her firm hips.

She made delightful noises under his touch that he hadn't realized he was answering her back in growls and groans of his own. It wasn't until she started nibbling at his ear that he finally understood what was happening and quickly he pulled away.

"Force, no! I thought we'd have more time to get to know one other first before we did anything like this."

"I don't understand. Don't you want me?"

Obi-Wan tired his best to slow his racing heart and lungs. He shut his eyes and said, "Yes, yes I do, I never thought that I would, but I do thought this is happening much too fast."

"But, I like your calmness. It feels wonderful. It's the best feeling I've ever had in years. I thought my father was joking when he said he was going to hand me over to the keeping of a Jedi, but you—oh, I think we could both be satisfied."

"Perhaps, but rushing isn't going to keep this relationship strong. Knowing whom we are as people first will benefit us both in the long run. And I am not your keeper."

Thrice's look of passion quickly turned into a frown. "Well, I thought it only fair since I'm supposed to be your keeper!" She then rose to her feet and began to pace. She halted after mid-turn and asked, "Do you really want to know me? To be my real husband?"

Startled, Obi-Wan pondered her questions and before he knew it, answered, "Yes. Yes, I do. I didn't know that I would feel this way, but I do."

He then got up from his seat and strode to her side and took her hand before kneeling down on one knee. "Milady, will you have me?"

Confused, she said, "But I already do!"

"No, I mean will you have me more than just a husband in name."

Though, slowly the emotion on the beauty's face faded and she said, "What else is there?" and quietly she entered the spare bedroom and shut the door behind her without another word.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was left on his knees staring at the door in bewilderment. Did she really not know what he meant? Didn't she know what he was asking her? Force, he didn't even know what he felt until it was too late. Devastated, he got up and couldn't help feeling like he'd just made himself look like a fool.

Annoyed, he marched up to the door and was about to knock on it until it dawned on him—he realized for the first time ever that he wanted more. He suddenly realized that he wanted to build a life with her. He wanted her for his own.

"Force, what's happened to me?"




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